The Ragin' Cajun

Now in Fem flavor

[spinningaredweb]

"Well I can’t say I’ve seen your face before." And Natasha was rather good with faces. Crossing her arms, she observed the other woman keenly, before offering a slight smile. "Something I can do for you?"

[femremy]

Gambit turned as she was addressed, eyes widening slightly before relaxing as an easy one-sided grin curled her lips. "Well now," She began, sauntering over towards what was certainly one of the more sultry looking women she'd met.

"Dere a lotta t'ings y'can do for Remy... If y'like." She purred, her voice deepening slightly; dipping into her more seductive tone. "Firs' off, tell dis Cajun y'name? Mine's Remy LeBeau."

[femremy]

Remy was only teasing, but seeing the man get so flustered… She laughed out loud, a musical sound. “Oh, Clint… Remy didn’ mean t’ ruffle your feathers," Okay, that was bullshit… But hey, she was having fun! Plus, he’d basically told her to get the hell out of her spot. “Calm down, Remy might like t’play, but she don’ go messin’ wit happy nesters."

She smirked, amusement glimmering in her eyes in a way that made them spark without her notice. “You’re a fun one, petit oiseau."

[muthafukkinbreadcrumbs-blog]

"I gotta say I’m a little on edge cuz I just got back from a nasty mission too…" he snickered softly, shaking his head. Perhaps he was taking the other’s flirtations a little too seriously than he normally would. “You keep makin’ those bird jokes and I might just have to go take a crap on yer car, missy."

"I try my best to be the comic relief!" His eyes widened at the odd flare in the woman’s eyes. He has seen some pretty interesting things, but this? Waving a finger at her face, he forced a cough. “So uh….what’s with the um….eye….thing?"

[femremy]

She nodded, humming in response. "An' Remy might be a tad playful, she have a lotta fun t'day." She smiled, thinking of the jewels currently stashed in her safe... They should fetch a high price, but she was mighty tempted to keep the ruby. She quirked an eyebrow. "Y'even think about 't, Remy migh' jus' have t' be takin' some issue with y'." She said sternly, before her lips twitched with amusement.

Remy saw the way the man's eyes widened and before he raised a finger or said anything... She knew. Her smile fell for a moment before sliding into something more... Business casual, as she prepared for a variety of reactions. "Oh, dat? Dat jus' Remy's eyes..."

She looked him over a moment, contemplative. "... Remy a mutant, dat a problem, petit oiseau?" She spoke smoothly, casually touching her cards as her eyes glowed, energy brushing her fingertips. It would be a shame to end things on a bad note... But if needed, Remy would be ready to defend herself.

[femremy]

Remy smiled a bit. The man seemed to be a bit goofy for the girl, and while it was a tad disappointing, Remy wouldn’t step into that sort of situation… Well, okay, not anymore. … Really. The man looked back at her and she noticed how he seemed to try and snap out of his daydreams. So sweet it was almost sickening. “Well now… Would y’look at dat? Dis ain’t no hawk, dis a love bird." She teased, poking the man’s nose.

Still, she wasn’t the sort to back down from a challenge either. “Maybe…" She began, her voice a little softer, smooth like velvet. She bit her lip, looking him from chest to face, biting her lip softly; looking up through her eyelashes. “From time-to-time…" She leaned slightly closer. “I do." She whispered, lingering for a moment.

Her lips pulled up at one side and she winked, having far too much fun with this little birdie.

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Snickering, Clint shook his head. He wouldn’t deny being called a love bird because he knew all too well that he was far more than head over hills for Natasha. He had never felt so strongly for another woman in his entire life. Trying not to blush, he waved his hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, rub it in, why don’tcha…"

"Whoa, whoa, WHOA, there missy!" he stammered, throwing his hands up, his eyes shifting downward trying to decide a “safe" place to touch the woman. Finally, he decided her shoulders would be a safe enough area to place his hands. Gently, he rested them on her shoulders and pushed her an arms’ length away before chuckling dryly. “Oh, ho, I’m SURE that you would just fully enjoy that, but I didn’t mean me doin’ the biting…I mean I do but…" Pausing to clear his throat, he laughed, a bit too loud than originally intended. “What I MEANT was that if you get a bit too close, you may have to contend with my gilrfriend. She would be the one doing the biting. She’s the Black Widow."

[femremy]

Remy was only teasing, but seeing the man get so flustered... She laughed out loud, a musical sound. "Oh, Clint... Remy didn' mean t' ruffle your feathers," Okay, that was bullshit... But hey, she was having fun! Plus, he'd basically told her to get the hell out of her spot. "Calm down, Remy might like t'play, but she don' go messin' wit happy nesters."

She smirked, amusement glimmering in her eyes in a way that made them spark without her notice. "You're a fun one, petit oiseau."

[muthafukkinbreadcrumbs-blog]

A smirk toyed at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, she’s a real kick in the pants. And I mean that in the nicest way possible. She’s um…she keeps me on my toes, that’s for sure." His smirk had turned into a slightly goofy grin as his mind wandered. Shaking his head to return to his senses, his eyes shifted back to the female. 

He had the grace to roll his eyes, snickering softly. “Yeah, yeah….you got me, girly." Nonchalantly, he threw his arms up, shrugging in an exaggerated motion. “I suppose there’s enough room up here for the both of us," he begrudgingly replied, arching a brow as she moved closer. However, he made no movement to change the distance. Clint Barton never stepped down from a challenge and he wasn’t about to start now. “The last person who gave me a look like that jumped my bones. I wouldn’t advise that, unless you’d like to get bit."

[femremy]

Remy smiled a bit. The man seemed to be a bit goofy for the girl, and while it was a tad disappointing, Remy wouldn't step into that sort of situation... Well, okay, not anymore. ... Really. The man looked back at her and she noticed how he seemed to try and snap out of his daydreams. So sweet it was almost sickening. "Well now... Would y'look at dat? Dis ain't no hawk, dis a love bird." She teased, poking the man's nose.

Still, she wasn't the sort to back down from a challenge either. "Maybe..." She began, her voice a little softer, smooth like velvet. She bit her lip, looking him from chest to face, biting her lip softly; looking up through her eyelashes. "From time-to-time..." She leaned slightly closer. "I do." She whispered, lingering for a moment.

Her lips pulled up at one side and she winked, having far too much fun with this little birdie.

[femremy]

Remy tensed for just a moment as the man whipped his bow around, fingers brushing the surface of a card, a charge tingling her fingers as she braced for a battle. A real shame, considering… But the man seemed to not see her as a threat and lowered his bow. “Well now, tha’s quite the greetin’… Y’always this frien’ly?" She calmed a bit, but nonchalantly took a card out and played it between her fingers.

She quirked an eyebrow up at the next remark, though, mild irritation flickering in her gut she kept off her face… For the most part. "Your roof? Pardon moi, mon ami, but I happen to live in dis here buildin’, an’ I haven’ seen your face ‘round here before. Trust me, Remy never forget a pretty face."

[muthafukkinbreadcrumbs-blog]

What the hell was with the fucking cards? Was he supposed to be impressed or was this chick wanting to play a round of strip poker?! Confusion flashed over the archers’ features for a moment before he quirked a brow, smirking as he unknocked the arrow. “Friendly. I’d say I’m pretty damn friendly compared to my counterpart." His smirk spread wider at the thought of his partner in crime. Her greetings were far less than pleasant than any of his own.

Averting his gaze from the woman, he swiftly placed his arrow back into its resting place in his quiver, the bow along with it. “Yeah, my roof, sweet cheeks. You don’t own the building, do ya? Now-" His voice faltered at the blantant flirtation, his eyebrows leaping towards his hairline. “Oh, good lady, flirting will get you ever where."

[femremy]

Remy hummed a bit, intrigued. "Counterpart, eh? Dat sound pretty innerestin'... I had one o' dem once. Didn' take." She smirked, sauntering over as soon as the man put his bow and arrow away. Strange choice of weapons, but really? Where did she have room to talk? She almost chuckled at the thought as she slipped her cards back into her jacket pocket.

"Everywhere, hmm? Includin'... Your roof?" She purred, leaning a bit closer. This little birdie was... Well, pretty amusing. She wondered if she might play with him for awhile...

[femremy]

After a long day of charming the pants off whomever caught her interest(or whose interest was caught by her), all Remy wanted to do was head on up to the roof and enjoy the peace and quiet. So when she headed up there and saw a man perched on the edge of the roof, looking over, she wasn’t sure if she should be annoyed or intrigued.

She settled on amused when she noticed the way the man overlooked the city like a hawk searching for prey. “Well well, ain’t this a surprise? Remy come on up here t’get some peace an’ quiet, and look what she happen upon…" She smiled charmingly, sauntering his way. “A little birdie, perched all pretty like."

[muthafukkinbreadcrumbs-blog]

It had been a relatively difficult, stressful day and Clint had longed for nothing more than to take a reprieve on a vantage-point location. After all, it was one of the easiest ways for him to settle down from a difficult mission or if he just needed some time to think. He had chosen a fairly high locale, expecting that literally no one would know to look for him there except for Natasha.

His body froze, stiffening up entirely as he heard the other approach. What idiot dared approach the archer from behind? An arrow was knocked within mere seconds and he whipped his loaded bow around, his keen eyesight following swiftly. When he spotted the woman, his expression softened ever-so-slightly and he lowered his arrow towards the ground. He had the grace to roll his eyes even at the fowl reference before sighing heavily. “The name’s Clint, chick. Who in the hell are you what do you think you’re doing up on my roof?"

[femremy]

Remy tensed for just a moment as the man whipped his bow around, fingers brushing the surface of a card, a charge tingling her fingers as she braced for a battle. A real shame, considering... But the man seemed to not see her as a threat and lowered his bow. "Well now, tha's quite the greetin'... Y'always this frien'ly?" She calmed a bit, but nonchalantly took a card out and played it between her fingers.

She quirked an eyebrow up at the next remark, though, mild irritation flickering in her gut she kept off her face... For the most part. "Your roof? Pardon moi, mon ami, but I happen to live in dis here buildin', an' I haven' seen your face 'round here before. Trust me, Remy never forget a pretty face."

[femremy]

After a long day of charming the pants off whomever caught her interest(or whose interest was caught by her), all Remy wanted to do was head on up to the roof and enjoy the peace and quiet. So when she headed up there and saw a man perched on the edge of the roof, looking over, she wasn't sure if she should be annoyed or intrigued.

She settled on amused when she noticed the way the man overlooked the city like a hawk searching for prey. "Well well, ain't this a surprise? Remy come on up here t'get some peace an' quiet, and look what she happen upon..." She smiled charmingly, sauntering his way. "A little birdie, perched all pretty like."